The Secret life of an American Teenager

When you see her, walking down the halls
you may think "She has it all together".
Her clothes say "I'm too good for you"
Her phone a blatant barrier that says " I don't need you"
and her arrogant walk that says "I'm doing great"

But what you don't see,

Is that she DOESN'T have it all together.
Infact, she has nothing together.
You think, she thinks " She's too good for you"
but she REALLY thinks "She's not good enough for you"

She may seem like she doesn't need you,
but really,
she needs you more than anything.

You think she is doing great?
She's not. She's not at all.

But nothing will change, because we are all too afraid.
She is afraid of being herself.
of disappointing.
of embarrassing herself.

and you.
you are afraid to notice.
Afraid to break out of the shell,
the cliques have neatly provided for you.
Afraid of being wrong.

So she will keep walking down the hall,
With walls up so high that you can't
Even see there is another side.

And you will keep walking down the hall,
completely ignorant,
and not even trying to shatter her walls.

All because of fear.

i walk alone...

I walk alone
I walk alone.
The thin dirt path puffs dust with every step i take.
Dead plants and flowers cripple near the side of the road,
evidence of unlived potential.
The sun
so big and so hot
each step feels like one million.
sweat beading on my neck and forehead.
But i have to keep walking.
I walk alone
I walk alone.
The horizon is an endless orange/brown.
Nothing to look at,
Nothing to do.
Small shacks pop up every mile or so.
All the windows broken, wood warped, doors off their hinges.
But i can't stop.
I walk alone
I walk alone.
Huge rusted stop signs appear.
I want so badly to take their advice.
To sit down.
Acknowledge my failure, move on
just stop.
Stop.
STOP.
I walk alone
I walk alone.
In the distance i can make out people,
families,
laughing,
playing,
i want to join.
But i can't,
get off this thin dirt path that puffs dust with every step i take.
With the big hot sun beating down on my face.
Burning away hope.
I walk alone
I walk alone.

Im thinking about you ;)

I'm thinking... about you... all the time.
 like every part of my brain has been polluted.
but i like it.
Like i just can't stop... thinking... about you.
 So i just want you to know,
I'm thinking about you like butterflies think about kisses,
 and fairies think about wishes.
 I'm thinking about you like pens think about paper and pencils think about paper
and paper thinks about being crinkled and thrown away...
 because I've done that three times already.
I'm thinking about you like music thinks about beats,
like flip flops think about feet,
like cows think about becoming meat,
like lizards think about heat.
I'm thinking about you.
I'm thinking about you like wallets think about money,
 like bears think about honey,
like you think about being funny.
 I'm thinking about you like teeth think about smiling,
like phones think about dialing,
like I'm thinking about picking up my phone and dialing... your number ... right now.
I'm thinking about you... you like the moon thinks about stars,
 like the Earth thinks about Mars,
 like the road thinks about cars.
I'm thinking about you like marshmallows think about fire
and wood thinks about fire and
Owl City thinks about fire... flies.
Because the truth is,
when i sit here doing nothing or something or everything,
I'm really thinking about you.

What is LOVE????

Love is butterflies in your stomach, sweaty palms and a huge smile on your face.

Love is blindness, love is a dance

Love is the waves of the ocean crashing on the beach, waching away a sand castle.

Love is finding a needle in the haystack

Love is when you thoughts are clogged with their name, face and laugh.

Love is screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain.

Love is fire. Love is Paris.

Love is LOVE!